![Xiang Ming: Writing poems is shuran from the machine[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)
Autumn is thin and cool the grass on the riverbank, the spring water is clear, and the small shrimp at the bottom of the river are soft along the thin tentacles. The wind gently ripples the pebbles at the bottom of the river, the dappled land is like colorful gems, and the dreams that are within reach...
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